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We create the plight
Create our own chains
That grapple us to the ground
Could it be the state of grace


We desire
Is but right in front of our eyes
And right within our hearts
At the end of our time


Emptyness Dancing And singing
Chased the money
Chased the materials
Chased the perfect future


Only to see
What we always wanted to be
Is here right now
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Is this the same as the first poem you had posted?

Its similar but not the same one